I think of
all the things I have missed. I wish I
could be a part of their life; I wish things had gone differently. I wish
I hadn’t missed out on so much already….
I never had
the opportunity to dote on you like others have. I would be so proud. Yet you don’t even know that I exist so you
don’t even care, probably.
It is kind
of odd, isn’t it? Knowing I know about
you, but you don’t know about me. Or
maybe you do and I don’t know you know?
But circumstances tell me you don’t.
You’re a
curious light during some dark times. I
can dwell on you when my world is closing in on me. Since I don’t know you I can imagine you any
way I want. You’re like Schrödinger’s
cat. Who’s to say you’re not like I
imagine? Who’s to say that if you knew
about me you wouldn’t want to meet me, too?
But, ah…
life has taken us down different paths and maybe someday the barriers will go
down and our paths will cross. Maybe
someday I can make an update to this post tell the world we finally met.
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